Stephen King Silver Bullet Book Novels & Stories

None of it mattered. All I could see was Sophia. The color drained from her face, her eyes fluttering shut. “Look at me! Look at me!” I ordered, my voice breaking. “Don’t close your eyes, Sophia. Don’t you dare do this to me.” But her eyelids were heavy. And then I realized: the bullet was silver. I felt it in the way her body trembled, in how her warmth was slipping away. Desperation consumed me whole. I knew what it meant. Her body was trying to heal, but the silver wouldn’t let it. Every second was poisoning her further.

I replied flatly, already ripping his shirt open to see the damage. What I saw made me inhale sharply, even though I tried to hide it. The bullet had gone straight into his chest. Deep. Too deep. It had probably nicked his heart. Black veins were already spidering out from the entry point, the silver poisoning spreading under his skin like ink in water. “There’s silver in my chest,” he went on stubbornly, then coughed violently, blood splattering onto the pavement. “I won’t make it. I can’t believe it… I’m going to die, and I haven’t even found my mate yet.”

I heard him crashing through the trees behind us, faster and relentless. “No, no, no—” I pushed harder. Then the trees stopped suddenly as s cliff came into view. A stupid, gigantic cliff. I looked down and Death stared back at me. Knox faced the forest. “We’ve done it your way,” he said, “Now we do it my way.” Azren finally came to view smirking, lifting his gun. My eyes locked on the bullet loaded inside. Soul tainted Silver. That's not a normal silver bullet. The kind she read in books that acts like super-powered silver, causing more pain and damage than the regular kind. The kind that resist the healing ability of wolves.

One of the men raised his weapon. The shot came faster than Damien anticipated. The bullet struck his side with brutal force. The pain was immediate and different from any ordinary wound. It burned. Silver did not simply pierce flesh; it poisoned it. Fire spread through his veins, and the half-formed shift halted violently inside him. His vision blurred as the wolf howled in agony. Silver. They had come prepared. A second shot fired, missing him and embedding into the brick wall. Damien staggered, pressing a hand to his side as blood soaked through his shirt. The men advanced cautiously now, aware that they had wounded something dangerous.

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

He had sensed his presence a few moments before but since that vampire was not creating a mess, he promised not to start the war first but the moment Grace showed her finger from where blood was oozing. He knew that she was in danger. With the vampire’s speed, he was about to attack Grace but thankfully, he was already prepared so without wasting any single second, he took out his gun filled with Silver bullets and shot him. The body fell back on the ground with a thud and fell unconscious instantly. His gun had specialized silver bullets, those silver bullets used to melt in the blood of any person once released from the gun so that his enemies couldn’t take out that bullet easily. ‘Eric, t

Only elite invocate teams had guns and silver bullets. Silver bullets were more practical than swords because the bullet would usually get lodged in the flesh of the wolf, just like what happened to Morning when I met her. The silver in their bodies would drain their energy and hinder their healing. It would poison their blood, and they were very likely to die after getting shot. So, guns were very important tools for invocates. Yet only a handful got to use them.

The tears piling up in Ethan's eyes finally fell down his cheeks as he turned back to look at Boston who was still gathering the bullets into the bag. Just as Ethan was busy with George's corpse, Boston was busy checking out the bullets in the gun and he instantly came to a standstill. "Silver!" He blurted out, making Ethan turn to look at him sharply. "What?" "The bullet that had knocked the wolf out was made of silver!!" Boston yelled at the top of his voice and rushed to where Ethan stood. "We've used aluminum, brass, and iron but none had been able to take them out except the silver bullets!" He exclaimed in excitement.

She pointed the shotgun at my chest, and I did the only thing I could think of. I stepped closer. Letting the barrel press right against my sternum, I met her gaze, unflinching. “We both know that wouldn’t hurt me, little wolf,” I murmured, keeping my voice calm, steady. She smirked, but there was no warmth in it. “The bullets are silver, laced with aconite and mercury. Call me little wolf one more time, and I’ll bury a bullet in your heart. That is, if you even have one. How about we find out?”

I squat below the place he is lying dead and I find the bullet at the center of his heart. I smell the bullet, it’s silver bullet. A deadly bullet, the only one that can kill a werewolf immediately. There is no silver bullet in the pack. No members has it, this must suddenly come from someone else. But how did he get shot without catching the culprit? The security in the pack is quite tight, no stranger can come in without being detected. “ He was shot with silver bullet.” I grieves, getting on my feet, my eyes bleeding into red.